(idea) by deep thought Mon Jan 22 2001 at 4:33:50
Short on pleasantries,
and of breath
there was not enough minutes in our moment
of truth

Flushed faces and a pulse that quickened
hands that were quicker still ,
averted glances-
so as not to look at the clock;
she was pressed for time
against me.

I like it!

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